"Did I hurt you?"She rolled over. "No. I'm ready for another position, lover boy. Think you can handle more of this tight pussy?" Mmmmmmmmm," I groane...d. "Only if you ride my cock, sweet stuff." You like a woman on top?" she asked, a look of pure lust on her face."Ride me, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy ride my cock."It didn't take long for her to climb on me and straddle my hips, lowering her full, sexy body on me and bounced up and down on my cock. I was in pure heaven."Oh God that. Arms reached out, pulled Andy into the room, and then the door was slammed shut. Kendall stood outside, surprised, and not knowing what he should do.Kendall had little time to wonder what he was going to do next. From each end of the hallway where he was standing, a fairly large man appeared. Each of them advancing on him, and rapidly speaking in Spanish. Kendall had a very bad feeling about this. There was little to do, as he was trapped in the hallway, except to pound on the door of. Thomas. I stopped playing golf after 11 or 12 holes and just sat in the cart and tried to entertain the three handsome guys who seemed to be in 7th heaven out there despite the heat. The best part was interacting with our new friends, drinking cold tropical drinks afterwards, and feeling Paul’s constant gaze throughout the day. I caught him looking at Rich with suggestive expressions on his face directed towards me, and later Chris told me that he would stare at my legs and ass every time. He'd spent a fortune on hand creams, but nothing worked. The next step, of course, was Botox."Green Party..." he said with clinched teeth, his lips drawing back as if retreating from the poison words. He stared at a photo of his daughters that sat on his mahogany desk. He grunted, and slammed his fist down. Stonemiller snatched the photo. He looked upon the smooth faces of his daughters, and growled. Sandra was his eldest daughter at 24. She had inherited her mothers looks with her dark red.